"Ji Kun, time to work!"
Cluck cluck cluck...
Ji Kun flew over from the backyard, flapping his pair of chicken wings as he clucked a question.
Li Qingyuan said, "Someone kidnapped Li Yunmei."
Ji Kun blinked, confusion appearing on his face. "Cluck, cluck cluck?" He asked Li Qingyuan—who was Li Yunmei? The name sounded familiar.
Li Qingyuan said, "The Fellow Daoist who helps us sell pills?"
"Cluck~ (What?!)" Ji Kun's feathers instantly stood on end. Drawing out his cry, he clucked furiously, "Cluck cluck cluck~"
Li Qingyuan wore the same angry expression and nodded. "Yes. And she has five batches of Spirit Condensing Pills on her."
Ji Kun panicked. He was panicking, he was furious, and he let out an enraged crow: "Gege'er (Get him!)"
Li Qingyuan: "..."
Why did this feel like looking into a mirror?
"Ahem~" Li Qingyuan coughed and said earnestly, "Ji Kun, remember this from now on."
"When trouble arises, do not get angry. Anger will only diminish what little wisdom you have."
Ji Kun: "..." What little wisdom?
"Nor should you hate petty people. Hatred will make you lose your judgment." Li Qingyuan said, "One who holds thunder in his chest yet remains calm as a placid lake may be made a great general."
Li Qingyuan took a deep breath and swept away his negative emotions. All anger and killing intent vanished completely.
Dispelling killing intent did not mean forgetting. It was to let reason reclaim the high ground.
Li Qingyuan pondered. "This person kidnapped Li Yunmei but did not kill her. After taking the Spirit Condensing Pills and a large amount of Spirit Stones, he still was not satisfied and even deliberately sent me a voice transmission."
"His target is us."
Ji Kun clucked and pointed a chicken wing at Li Qingyuan, as though